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PWP
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He exited the shower stall, grabbed a towel and dried himself just enough to prevent his body from dripping. Then, he draped the wet towel around his hips. Next, he grabbed his shaving stuff, headed for the closet, opened it wide and put all the things away in his bag, smiling at the increasing untidiness in the closet. It was… -
Just a little birthday PWP. Hutch opened the apartment door and stepped inside. Surprised to find darkness, he flicked the light switch, scanning the empty room. He’d expected to find his partner at least, if not a room full of guests celebrating a ‘surprise’ birthday party in his honour. But the room was empty and silent. No party, no guests,… -
A Christmas PWP. His nose started itching two seconds after he’d plunged his hands into the soapy dishwater. Hutch first tried to ignore it, then attempted an ineffectual twist-and-rub against his bare shoulder. “What are you doing?” Starsky stood just inside the kitchen door, his arms full of dirty laundry, “My nose itches. Give me a hand, will ya?” “Sorry,… -
A PWP with whip cream! STORY NOTES: This PWP was written in early 2000 by three friends. Two of the friends had written for other fandoms. One had never written for any fandom. They added and subtracted and laughed and passed the story back and forth, adding and subtracting more, and basically had more fun writing than the law…